[Tokyo Babylon] SUPERSTAR
SUPERSTAR
by elf asato
She was going to be famous one day.
She'd rock the world with her talent, sweep people off their feet with her incredible good looks and charm. You have to have charisma to be famous, and she had it; oh did she have it.
She was going to be a superstar.
Millions would mimic her superb and eclectic fashion, and they'd wear her designs. Only hers - they wouldn't settle for anything less. She'd be a media personality the world would adore; photographers would do anything to get a shot of her, and she'd flash a dazzling smile and let them. Reporters would love her because she'd answer their inquiries sweetly and give them what they want: her.
She'd have lots of money because she was famous and her clothes were worn by everyone, but neither that nor the fame would ever change her. No, even though she'd be adored all over and fans would die just to know something special about her, she'd still be the same happy and bubbly girl she was before, surrounded by her quiet but loving brother and his would-be husband, and nothing would ever change - with any of them. Attention would be lavished on her kind brother and his cheerful, veterinarian lover, but they'd take it in stride because the world loved them just as they loved her, and they would never change for the worse because of it.
Even though she'd be incredibly famous, she'd still consider herself a loving and devoted housewife with a soft-spoken yet delightful husband who'd cater to her every whim and treat her as if she was his life, which she would be, and when the pressures of life and fame began to build up, they'd take a trip to the oceanside, just the two of them, until all was right with the world.
Their lives would be perfect and the consequences of fame and fortune would never negatively affect them.
And she'd be a superstar, rockin' the world.
Too bad she died.
Loosely based on the 30_kisses theme seven: superstar. A kiss is never mentioned and I'm not formally participating in the community.
by elf asato
She was going to be famous one day.
She'd rock the world with her talent, sweep people off their feet with her incredible good looks and charm. You have to have charisma to be famous, and she had it; oh did she have it.
She was going to be a superstar.
Millions would mimic her superb and eclectic fashion, and they'd wear her designs. Only hers - they wouldn't settle for anything less. She'd be a media personality the world would adore; photographers would do anything to get a shot of her, and she'd flash a dazzling smile and let them. Reporters would love her because she'd answer their inquiries sweetly and give them what they want: her.
She'd have lots of money because she was famous and her clothes were worn by everyone, but neither that nor the fame would ever change her. No, even though she'd be adored all over and fans would die just to know something special about her, she'd still be the same happy and bubbly girl she was before, surrounded by her quiet but loving brother and his would-be husband, and nothing would ever change - with any of them. Attention would be lavished on her kind brother and his cheerful, veterinarian lover, but they'd take it in stride because the world loved them just as they loved her, and they would never change for the worse because of it.
Even though she'd be incredibly famous, she'd still consider herself a loving and devoted housewife with a soft-spoken yet delightful husband who'd cater to her every whim and treat her as if she was his life, which she would be, and when the pressures of life and fame began to build up, they'd take a trip to the oceanside, just the two of them, until all was right with the world.
Their lives would be perfect and the consequences of fame and fortune would never negatively affect them.
And she'd be a superstar, rockin' the world.
Too bad she died.
Loosely based on the 30_kisses theme seven: superstar. A kiss is never mentioned and I'm not formally participating in the community.